Smoke Through Time

The morning sun painted the ancient town square with a soft, golden glow, illuminating the cobblestone streets and the thatched rooftops. The air had the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from nearby bakeries and the faint tang of woodsmoke from the village hearths. A young girl, no older than twelve, paused in her chore of carrying a pail of water, watching as a commotion grew around the gallows. It is Scotland 1661, and it is the middle of the Great Scottish Witch Hunt.

A woman, dressed in rags that barely covered her bruised and shivering frame, stood atop the wooden platform. A noose, thick and unforgiving, hung around her neck. The townsfolk had gathered, a sea of stern faces, murmurs of condemnation rippling through the crowd. The girl had heard the whispers, the accusations of witchcraft, but she couldn't believe it. Not of the kind woman who had once healed her mother's illness with herbs and gentle care.

They read off the supposed crimes she has committed being a Witch the worst. She has been condemned to die by slow hanging. She is shaking and crying and pleading with them that she isn't a witch. They tighten the noose and bring up the slack, so she is on the balls of her feet. Her hands tied behind her. For some reason, she is getting wet between her legs and her nipples are hard. Her dress is cut off of her as she stands on the balls of her feet the noose pulling her by her neck. She can breathe but it is hard. Someone in the crowd yells. "Look the witches' nips are hard. I bet she comes in the noose. The young girl of 18 shakes and cries. The order is given hoist her up, she starts to scream, but the noose tightens and cuts it off. She is lifter a foot of the ground, her eyes bug out her legs start to kick she can't breathe. She is lowered. The noose is still tight, but she can get a breath. The hang man looks at her and says, we can't have you dying too quick can we. As he hoists her up again, the crowd cheers. She starts to kick and struggle again. Right when she thinks she is dead, she is brought back down. She collapses on the ground, only to be pulled back up to her feet by her neck. The crowd is chanting hang the witch hang her. The girl is crying, terrified.

Suddenly, the air crackled with an unseen ****, and a blinding light erupted, obscuring the grim scene. The crowd recoiled in terror, their shouts turning to screams. The girl dropped her pail as the light coalesced into a figure - a man, dressed in clothes she had never seen before, with a strange metal box in his hand that hummed with an eerie energy. He climbed the steps of the gallows; his eyes filled with a fierce determination that seemed out of place in this time of fear and superstition.

The man approached the woman, his hand reaching for the noose. The executioner, a burly fellow with a cruel sneer, stepped forward to intervene, but the man his movements so fast you couldn't actually see them. Hits the executioner sending him flying. Two other men attempt to take him. the man pulls out another box that shots a light that cause both the men to fall. the crowd runs away frightened of this new more powerful witch.

He looks at the woman and says you have 3 choices, I will not **** any on you, but you must decide right now. One, you stay her and hang. (she looks at him in fear while subconsciously rubbing her neck) Two, you runaway, my guess is you get half a mile before they catch, and you are back here. Maybe you can get away.... Option 3 you come with me to where I am from. It is a place of wonder, imaginings you could never ever imagine. However, you will be mine, to control. I will never hurt you with malice and you will never have a want.

The woman is terrified. she is holding her throat. The woman looked into the man's eyes, searching for a hint of deceit, but all she saw was sincerity. As she considered his words, the noose grew heavier around her neck, a stark reminder of what awaited her if she chose wrongly. The girl in the crowd watched, her heart pounding in her chest. The man's hand hovered over the rope, ready to release her from the hangman's embrace. The tension was palpable, the fate of the accused witch hanging by a thread, quite literally.

With a tremble in her voice, she whispered her decision, "I will go with you."

The man nodded, and with a swift motion, he untied the noose. The woman gasped for air, her eyes watering as she clutched at her neck. The man helped the woman down from the platform, her legs unsteady from the ordeal.

The girl watched as the stranger guided the woman through the streets, his grip firm but gentle. As they passed, she caught a glimpse of the metal box, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly light. It was then she realized that his cloths were very strange, nothing she had ever seen before.

They reached the edge of the square, and the man paused, . And pressed a button on the box

And with that, the two figures disappeared in another flash of light, leaving behind only the echo of the man's warning and a puddle of spilled water. The girl picked up her pail, her mind racing with the implications of what she had just witnessed. Was it witchcraft or was it an angel?

The square slowly returned to life as the townsfolk dispersed, their conversations hushed and filled with confusion. The girl resumed her errand, her steps lighter despite the heavy heart that weighed on her. She couldn't help but wonder about the fate of the woman she had once known as a healer, now whisked away to a world of unknowns. Would she find happiness there, or merely trade one form of persecution for another? The future was a mystery, even to those who could navigate its very fabric.

In a flash of light, the woman found herself in a room that bore no resemblance to the dank, straw-covered cell she had been held in. The walls were smooth and unyielding; made of a material she could not identify. Machines hummed and whirred, their purposes as incomprehensible to her as the language of the stars would be to a commoner. The man led her through the room, his hand steady at her back, to a smaller chamber with a large, comfortable-looking bed. He told her this would be hers for now, a place of refuge and sanctuary in this strange new world.

The room had windows, but they were unlike any she had ever seen before. They were made of a clear substance that allowed her to see the outside without the obstruction of bars or wood, yet she could not feel the breeze that played with the leaves beyond. The man demonstrated a peculiar contraption attached to one wall, a series of chrome tubes and a porcelain basin that he called a "shower." He explained that it would cleanse her with water, heated and pressurized to her liking. Her eyes widened with a mix of wonder and apprehension as he turned it on, revealing a gentle stream of water that misted the air with warmth.

He showed her the "sink," a smaller version of the shower that allowed her to wash her hands and face with a twist of a handle, and the "toilet," a marvel that would eliminate the need for the stinking chamber pots she had known her whole life. His instructions were clear, but she couldn't help feeling overwhelmed by the sheer volume of new information. He laid a garment on the bed, a sundress of a soft, unfamiliar fabric, and informed her that she would wear it when he returned.

Before leaving, he produced a small, metallic object that clicked open to reveal a key. He inserted it into the door and turned it with a decisive motion. The sound echoed through the room, sealing her in. He promised to return soon, to explain more about this place and its customs. The woman stared at the door, feeling the weight of the lock behind her. It was not the first time she had been confined, but she knew that this was a prison of a different kind - a prison of wonder and fear, of safety and confinement.

Left alone with her thoughts, she approached the bed and sat tentatively on its edge. The softness enveloped her, and she realized with a start that she had not felt such comfort in weeks. Her eyes drifted to the sundress, a symbol of the new life she had chosen. She touched the fabric gingerly, feeling the smoothness under her fingertips. It was unlike the course, hand-woven cloth she was accustomed to. As she contemplated her situation, she could not help but feel a strange excitement mingling with her trepidation.

The noose still burned in her mind, a stark reminder of the fate she had narrowly escaped. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. With trembling hands, she reached for the dress, deciding to embrace this new world, if only for the chance to live a life not dictated by the fears and superstitions of the past. The water called to her from the shower, whispering promises of warmth and cleansing. Slowly, she rose, ready to face this brave new world, one step at a time.

When the man returned, his eyes searched hers, seeking understanding and acceptance. He spoke of the year 2167, a time so distant it seemed a fairy tale. She nodded, trying to comprehend the vastness of his words, the sheer impossibility of his claim. He told her that she could never leave this place unless he was by her side, their fates inexplicably intertwined. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of being bound so utterly to a man she knew so little about, but the alternative was unthinkable.

To ease her fears, he offered her a cup of wine, a gesture she recognized as one of kindness. She took a sip, the liquid warming her throat and easing the tension in her shoulders. It was unlike any wine she had ever tasted, leaving a peculiar buzz in its wake. Her guard lowered, she found herself speaking more freely than she had in years. He listened, his gaze intent, as she shared her story of accusations and torment. His hand rested on her leg, sending a rush of heat through her body that she had never felt before.

He offered her a small, sugary square, a confection known as a "gummy." She had never seen anything quite like it. He spoke of its power to soothe and to lift the spirit, to show her the beauty of his world. With a mix of curiosity and desperation, she ate five of the candies. Twenty minutes later, she felt as though she was floating, the room swirling around her in a kaleidoscope of color and sensation. He told her they contained THC, a substance that could open her mind to the wonders of this new era.

As the effects of the gummies took hold, she lay back on the soft bed, her body feeling weightless and her thoughts untethered from their usual constraints. The man, her savior and captor, sat beside her, his hand stroking her arm gently. Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of his touch, her mind a whirlwind of emotions she couldn't begin to understand. The walls of the room melted away, and she was lost in a haze of pleasure and confusion. The future was now, and she was utterly at his mercy.

He leaned over, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and held up a small, black rectangular object. "Behold," he said, "the television. It is a window to a thousand worlds." He pressed a button, and the object sprang to life, displaying tiny, moving figures within its gleaming surface. Her eyes widened in terror, and she shrank back, certain she was witnessing sorcery. But his laughter was infectious, and soon she found herself giggling helplessly at the absurdity of it all. He spoke of images captured and transmitted through the air, of stories and music from across the globe, but the concepts were too grand for her to fully grasp in her altered state.

He took the device and showed her a smaller, sleeker version that he called a phone. "Whenever you wish to speak to me," he said, "simply lift this piece here and press the button with the number 7." He demonstrated, and she watched as he vanished from the screen only to reappear moments later. "Remember, anytime," he stressed, "you can call for me." He left the room, and she sat there, the phone feeling warm and comforting in her hand. On a whim, she lifted the headset and pressed the button with the 7.

To her astonishment, his voice filled the air. "Hello," it said, and she screamed, dropping the phone in shock. It clattered to the floor, and she stared at it, her heart racing. But then she heard his chuckle, and she picked it up, her voice trembling with excitement. "You can talk to me?" she asked, and he assured her that she could, even when he wasn't physically present. The magic of this contraption was too much, and she couldn't help but laugh.

When he returned, she was still in awe, the munchies gnawing at her stomach. He spoke of a place called McDonald's, where one could eat food that was both fast and delicious. He produced a paper bag, and her eyes widened at the sight of a steaming burger and a mountain of fries. He took a bite of his own meal and gestured for her to try. Hesitantly, she picked up the burger, the warmth and smell of the meat making her mouth water. She bit into it, the flavors exploding across her palate - the saltiness of the cheese, the sweetness of the sauce, the juiciness of the patty. It was a symphony of tastes she had never experienced.

The chocolate milkshake was even more of a revelation. The coldness of it sent shivers down her spine as she took a tentative sip. It was like nothing she had ever tasted before, a heavenly blend of sweetness and creaminess that seemed to dance on her tongue. The pot made everything so vivid, so intense, that she felt she could reach out and touch the emotions of the people in the stories playing out on the television.

The man looked at her, his eyes filled with a tenderness she hadn't noticed before. "What's your name?" she asked him, feeling a strange warmth spread through her chest. "It's Alex," he replied with a smile. "And you?"

"Alice," she murmured, the sound of her own name feeling foreign in this new world. "I'm Alice."

And with that, the woman from the past and the man from the future sat together, sharing a meal and a moment of connection that transcended time. She had chosen this path, chosen life, and as she looked into Alex's eyes, she felt a spark of something she hadn't felt in a very long time. It was a feeling that was as intoxicating as the potions she had been fed - the beginnings of love, or perhaps just the overwhelming joy of being alive. Either way, she knew that she would follow him anywhere. After the meal she grew very tired and falls asleep on the bed. Alex leaves the room quietly and lets her sleep.

The next morning her comes to her and takes her to the pool area. Alex laid out eggs, crispy bacon, and fluffy pastries that seemed to have been conjured from a dream. There was a steaming cup of tea, and a bottle filled with an orange liquid that bubbled with energy. She took a tentative sip, her eyes widening as the fizz danced across her tongue. Hashbrowns, he called them, and they were indeed a delightful cousin to the fries she had enjoyed the night before. Each bite brought a smile to her face, and with each swig of the orange drink, she felt more alive than ever.

But as she reveled in the sensory feast, a shadow crept into her thoughts. Her family, her friends - what had become of them? The memory of the noose was never far, and it brought with it the harsh reality of her past. Looking into Alex's eyes, she whispered, "How is this all possible?" His smile softened as he began to explain, his words painting a picture of machines and science that was as foreign to her as the landscapes she had seen in her wildest dreams.

He talked of time travel, of bending moments and altering destinies. She listened, trying to piece together the puzzle of his world. Some of it made sense, but most of it sounded like the tallest of tales. Yet here she was, living it. She wondered if he thought her a witch, if he had brought her to this place because he believed in her powers. She wasn't a witch, she assured him, but she had been accused of it, had seen the fear in her neighbors' eyes, had felt the sting of betrayal from those she had trusted.

Her voice grew stronger as she recounted her story, of the whispers and accusations that had led to her capture. Of the trials that had been a sham, the "evidence" that was nothing more than herbs and candles. Of her mother's tears, her father's silent defiance, and the friends who had turned away. Alex's expression grew dark as he listened, his grip tightening on his own breakfast. He had saved her from the noose, but he could not save her from the pain of her past.

"Why me?" she asked him, when her tale was told. "Why did you choose to save me?" "Because you had the most promise. I read about what happened in Scotland to several woman during the witch hunts, you were the right age. He lies to her, he knows he will tell her the truth sometime, but she couldn't understand it now.

She doesn't understand and he says, does it really matter, you are here and you are alive. She asks what about all the people she knew. Alex pulls out a big book, called an encyclopedia. It has many stores and pictures in it. She is in awe. He goes into the book and picks the letter S and opens it and turns a page or two and starts reading to her about the Scottish Witch Hunts. She is told that everyone she has known has been dead for hundreds of years. She breaks down and starts crying uncontrollable. He holds her and gives her a some gummies which she eats.

The THC starts to take affect in a few min and she calms down a bit. He tells her, she isn't alone and will never be again. She is exhausted. He takes her back to her room.

In the days that followed, Alex tried to distract Alice from her grief with the wonders of his time. He took her to a place where people paid to watch others play games with a small, round ball. The sounds of laughter and cheers filled the air, and Alice couldn't help but be drawn in by the spectacle.

Alex decides it is time to see if he can introduce her to smoking. Alex comes into her room and tells her that he has something that may make her feel less stressed, if she would like to try it. She says "ok" He shows her the cigarette, something she had never seen before. He teaches her how to inhale and she coughs at first. But watching him do it makes her want to do it too. She likes watching him smoke. She finally gets it and is delighted when she exhales without coughing. He shows her how to smoke elegantly, he teaches her how to snap inhale, how to hold it. He is doing all this to make her into his perfect woman.

At first, the smoke was harsh and bitter, filling her lungs with a sensation she didn't quite understand. But with each drag, she felt a warmth spreading through her, a sense of ease that she hadn't felt since before the accusations began. She practiced, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she began to enjoy the game. It was a small victory in a world that felt so vast and overwhelming.

Alex also introduced her to music, the kind that didn't require a lute or a flute. It came from a flat, black disk he called a vinyl record, and it sang to her of love and heartache in a way that transcended the centuries. He played her tunes from his favorite artist, a woman named Billie Holiday, whose soulful voice seemed to reach into the very core of Alice's being. As she listened, she found herself swaying to the rhythm, the cigarette dangling from her lips as she closed her eyes and let the music carry her away.

These moments of pleasure were a balm to her loneliness, a way to cope with the vastness of the world she had been thrust into. Yet, even as she learned to navigate this new life, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was adrift, a relic from a time long forgotten. The people around her moved with a confidence and ease that she could only envy. They spoke in tongues she didn't understand, their lives driven by machines she didn't recognize. But Alex was there, a constant in this whirlwind of change, guiding her through each new experience.

And as they sat together on a bench, watching the world rush by, he took her hand and whispered, "You're not alone, Alice. You're with me now." His eyes searched hers, seeking reassurance, and she realized that despite the power he wielded over her, he too was seeking a connection, a bridge between their two worlds. She took a deep breath, letting the smoke from her cigarette mingle with the fresh air. It was a strange comfort, this shared embrace of modernity.

Slowly, she began to feel a sense of belonging, a bond forming with this man who had saved her. His world was terrifying, but it was also filled with beauty and wonder. And as she leaned into him, the weight of the noose around her neck feeling like a distant memory, she knew that she would do whatever it took to survive in this brave new world. The future was theirs for the taking, and she was ready to face it with him, one cigarette and one gummy bear at a time.

But with each new experience, there were also moments of doubt and fear. The candy-coated world of the 21st century had its darker side, and Alice couldn't help but be drawn to it. One evening, as Alex showed her the workings of the computer, she stumbled upon a site that made her cheeks burn and her heart race. It was filled with images of women smoking in the most seductive ways she had ever seen. He watched her closely, his gaze lingering as she tried to mimic the poses, the open-mouth inhales, the double pumps. He seemed to enjoy her curiosity, his eyes glinting with something she couldn't quite identify.

Her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as she clicked on a link that led her to a world she never knew existed. The screen flickered with images of naked bodies entwined, the smoke from their cigarettes swirling around them as they found pleasure in each other. She had never seen such things, and the sight of it both repulsed and fascinated her. Her hand trembled as she moved the mouse, clicking away from the explicit images, but her mind remained trapped in the erotic dance playing out before her eyes.

She tells Alex she needs to use the restroom and she takes the laptop with her. Alex smiles and wonders....

Feeling guilty yet inexplicably aroused, she retreated to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. The marble countertop was cold against her skin as she leaned against it, her heart racing. She reached for the pack of cigarettes he had given her, her thoughts swirling like the smoke that soon filled the small space. With trembling hands, she lit one, inhaling deeply, feeling the warmth spread through her body. The memory of the videos was still fresh in her mind, and she found herself wondering, wondering about the pleasure that could come from such acts.

Her curiosity grew, and she took the plunge, watching another video, this time of a young woman masturbating while smoking. The idea was foreign, taboo, yet as she watched, she felt an unfamiliar sensation building within her. She mimicked the woman's movements, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. Her breath grew ragged, her heart hammered in her chest. As the woman on the screen took a deep, exaggerated inhale, Alice did the same, the smoke filling her lungs. The feeling grew stronger, and she could feel the beginnings of something powerful building within her.

The moment of climax was like nothing she had ever experienced. It crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure that left her gasping for air. The smoke billowed from her mouth as she screamed, her legs wobbly beneath her. In the aftermath, she slumped against the sink, panting and trembling. The guilt washed over her, the fear of divine retribution heavy in her chest. Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of this newfound sensation.

1. It's All So New

The next day, she was quieter, more introspective. The cigarette between her lips was a comfort, a symbol of her newfound freedom. But as she smoked, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear - fear of the unknown, fear of the future, fear of the desires that had been awakened within her. Alex noticed her silence, his hand brushing against hers as they sat together. She knew he was waiting for her to speak, waiting for her to confide in him.

Finally, she found the words. "What if God is angry with me?" You need not worry about that you are beyond that now. “Alice, do you know who the ancient Egyptians were?” She says, “I think they had pirromeds.” He laughs Pyramids... They were the mightiest empire on the plant for over 1000 years. They believed the Sun and the Moon were goods. they had 100s of gods they worshiped.” She looks at him and says. “That is silly there is only one God.”. He looks at her, “if you went to Ancient Egypt and said that you would be an outcast at the least....” “The thing is that beliefs change with time.” “At one point I believed what you did, I was a Christian.” I was also at one time, “a Buddhist and Muslim and what I found out is.” As the time changes so do the people and so do their Gods.” “Someone always comes up with a mystical idea of who runs things.”

“Let's talk about this later. It is too deep for me, and I want to get high with you.”

Alex's eyes gleamed with excitement as he revealed the bong to Alice, a contraption she had never seen the likes of in her 17th-century existence. He assured her it would enhance her experiences even more than the gummies had. Despite her trepidation, the allure of the new and the desire to please him won out, and she nodded her consent.

He filled the chamber with a fine, aromatic substance that smelled faintly of the herbs she had once used for healing. He lit it, and a plume of smoke began to rise. Alice watched, transfixed, as he put the mouthpiece to his lips and took a deep, slow pull. His chest expanded, and the smoke billowed from his nostrils as he held the hit, his eyes never leaving hers. The anticipation was palpable, a silent promise of something incredible.

When he handed it to her, the weight of the bong in her hand was surprising, but she mimicked his movements, placing the mouthpiece to her lips and taking a cautious inhale. The smoke was sweet and thick, filling her lungs with a warmth she had never known. She held it as long as she could, her eyes watering, until Alex whispered, "Now, let it out." The smoke rushed from her mouth, and she felt as if she were breathing out her fears and the weight of her past.

Before she could fully exhale, his mouth was on hers, his tongue pushing past her lips. It was a kiss that stole her breath, that made her heart race. He kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away her tears. She kissed him back, her body responding in ways she had never felt before, and the smoke remained trapped between them, a silent third presence in their passion.

When he finally released her, she gasped for air, the smoke escaping in a rush. She felt lightheaded, her senses heightened to an ****. He handed her a glass of water, and she drank greedily, the cold liquid a stark contrast to the heat that had built within her. Her chest heaved as she coughed a little, the smoke still clinging to her throat. But the feeling of the pot was like nothing she had ever known.

Her eyes met Alex's, and she felt a surge of something primal, a desire that seemed to come from deep within her soul. He knew, and his smile grew as he pulled her closer, his hand sliding down to caress her thigh. The fabric of her dress was rough against her skin, a stark reminder of the world she had left behind. But here, in this gleaming room with its strange contraptions and even stranger man, she felt alive in a way she never had before.

The pot was like a key, unlocking a part of her she had never known existed. It was as if the very air around her was charged with electricity, making her skin tingle and her thoughts race. Alex's touch grew bolder, his hand moving up her thigh to her waist, pulling her closer still. The smell of the smoke lingered on his breath, and she found it intoxicating, a heady scent that seemed to fuel her arousal.

The world spun as he picked her up and laid her on the bed, the softness enveloping her like a cloud. He hovered over her, his eyes a brilliant blue that she could drown in. His kisses trailed down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She didn't know where this was going, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted more, wanted to explore this newfound passion that was as intense as the pot that had brought it to life.

The weight of his body on hers was exhilarating, the feel of his hands on her skin like a promise of things to come. As he undressed her, she felt a thrill of excitement that was as potent as the smoke she had inhaled. This was a world she had never imagined, a future that was both terrifying and tantalizing. Yet, as she looked into Alex's eyes, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

He laid her on the bed, the soft fabric caressing her skin as she watched him light up a cigarette. The flame danced in the darkness, casting shadows across his features. "This is not love, Alice," he whispered, "but it is a form of intimacy, a sharing of pleasure that is sacred in its own right."

Her cheeks flushed, and she took a deep drag, feeling the smoke coil around her lungs and fill her with a warmth that seemed to resonate with the ache between her legs. He knelt between her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in and kissed her again, his breath hot and sweet with the scent of tobacco.

Alex took the cigarette from her trembling fingers and placed it in an ashtray. Then, with a wink, he handed her the bong. "Take a hit," he murmured, "and watch in the mirror." Alice took a deep inhale, the smoke thick and fragrant, filling her vision with swirls of color. As she held the smoke, he began to kiss her neck, his touch gentle yet insistent, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

Her eyes locked on her reflection, she watched as he moved down, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone, sending sparks of sensation to her core. His mouth found the soft skin of her breasts, his teeth grazing her nipples, and she couldn't help but let out a gasp. The smoke billowed from her lungs as she held the hit, her eyes glazed with lust and confusion.

He looked up at her, his smile wicked. "Now, let it out," he said, and she did, the smoke mixing with her ragged breath as it filled the room. He took the bong from her and placed it aside, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her legs apart. She felt a thrill of fear mingled with the potent pot that still hummed through her veins.

His head dipped between her thighs, and she watched, transfixed, as his tongue flicked out to taste her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. She reached for the cigarette and takes a long pull and deeply inhales, body arching as he explored her with a hunger that matched her own. The smoke still clung to her, wrapping her in a cocoon of pleasure that was at once terrifying and liberating. She releases the smoke. He tells her to watch herself in the mirror.

Her eyes never left the mirror, watching as he worked his magic, her own face a mask of ecstasy. The cigarette glowing hot as she powers smokes it. The noose was forgotten, the cobblestone streets of her past a distant memory. Here, in the glow of the neon lights, she was free to explore the depths of her desire, free from the constraints of her old life.

With each stroke of his tongue, she grew closer to the edge, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Look at yourself," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, "you're so beautiful." And she did, watching the smoke leave her mouth and nose as she strains, as her body responded to his touch, as her own hand found her clit and began to rub in time with his ministrations.

The world narrowed to the point where the only thing that mattered was the feeling building within her, the pressure that grew and grew until she could no longer hold it in. The smoke in her lungs burned, a reminder of the passion that consumed her. He knows she is close; he hands her the bong and tells her to take as much smoke as she can and hold it. And to be ready. She takes the bong and thinks ready for what? She takes a 20 second hit on the bong and inhales the smoke as deep as it can go. The feeling hits her. she is so high, she keeps holding the smoke, not realizing it. Her mind wondering. She isn't sure what is going on, she has no control, she is week. And all the sudden she feels the pressure in her lungs, and it hurts. But with comes the most mind-blowing orgasm. She screams as the smoke comes out of her mouth. The pleasure is so intense she passes out.

When Alice awoke, she found herself nestled in Alex's arms, her head resting on his chest. She felt so heavy, so utterly exhausted, as if she had been running for hours. The pot had taken her to new heights, and she wasn't sure she would ever be able to come back down. Her body felt like it was made of liquid, and she couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as she looked up at him. "What have you done to me?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from the screams she had not known she could produce.

Alex smiled, a knowing glint in his eye. He reached over to the nightstand and plucked out a cigarette, offering it to her with a flourish. "Nothing really," he said, "yet." His tone was playful, but there was something else there, a hint of something darker. She took the cigarette with trembling fingers, lighting it with the glowing ember of his own.

The smoke curled around her, a comforting embrace in the cold, sterile room. She took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs, and held it, feeling the potent buzz of the weed still humming through her veins. As she exhaled, she felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging that she had never known. This was not the love she had read about in the dusty tomes of her village, but it was something close.

Alex leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You're mine now, Alice," he murmured, his hand stroking her hair. "Forever." His words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew she should be afraid, should fight against the chains that bound her to this strange, thrilling world. But all she could do was nod, her body still reeling from the intensity of their encounter.

The cigarette in her hand had burned down to the filter, but she held onto it, the warmth of the paper a reminder of the fire that burned within her. She took another drag, the smoke mingling with the potent scent of their shared passion. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she allowed herself to drift, to revel in the sensations that still lingered on her skin. The future was a mystery, but for now, she was alive, and she was loved. Or at least, she thought she was. The lines between reality and illusion blurred, and she didn't know which was which. All she knew was that she was in his arms, and she didn't want to leave.

The following morning, Alex's excitement was palpable as he announced their impending adventure. He laid out a garment she had never seen before, a dress that was unlike the simple shifts she had worn in her old life. It was a vibrant blue that made her eyes sparkle, and it hugged her body in ways that made her feel both exposed and powerful. The bra and panties were a puzzle she had to solve, the fabric smooth and slippery against her unblemished skin.

"What is this contraption?" she asked, holding up the bra. It was unlike the corsets that had been the bane of her existence for so long, designed not to flatten but to enhance.

Alex's grin was wolfish as he explained, his words painting a picture of a world where women's bodies were celebrated, not hidden. "It's to keep your breasts in place," he said, his voice low and seductive. "So that they don't flop around."

Her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at his words. She allowed him to help her into the garments, the sensation of his hands on her body both foreign and exhilarating. The dress was unlike anything she had ever worn, the fabric revealing more of her than she had ever dared to show. But as she looked in the mirror, she saw a woman who was no longer afraid, a woman who had stepped into a new world.

He took her hand, leading her through the sprawling house that had become her prison and her sanctuary. They entered a cavernous chamber filled with strange, gleaming beasts that roared to life at his touch. "These are the horses of the future," he said with a laugh, pointing to a sleek metal monster that gleamed in the artificial light. "2167 A Mercedes S-Class. Electric vehicle"

Her eyes widened in a mix of amazement and fear. "But where are the horses?"

He chuckled, his hand brushing against her cheek. "Under the hood," he said, his voice teasing. "This is the power that drives us forward, not the beasts you knew."

The car's interior was a marvel of soft leather and chrome, the smell of newness intoxicating. As they pulled out of the garage and into the gleaming cityscape, Alice felt a sense of awe that was as potent as the weed that still lingered in her system. The buildings towered around them, reaching for the sky like the fingers of giants. The air was alive with the sounds of machines and the whispers of the wind through the glass and steel canyons.

Alex pointed out the sights, his hand never leaving hers. The city was a whirlwind of lights and colors, a stark contrast to the dirt and thatch of her past. She could see people moving about, their lives so different from the ones she had known. It was a world of wonder, and she was its newest citizen.

But as they drove, she grew fidgety, her gaze darting from one marvel to the next. Alex noticed and gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "Is something the matter, Alice?"

Her voice was small, unsure. "I don't know," she confessed, "It's like I'm hungry, but I'm not."

Alex's smile grew, knowing the grip of the nicotine was taking hold. "Ah," he said, "we haven't eaten yet. That's probably it." He asked her to light him a cigarette while he is driving.

Without thinking, Alice took the cigarette, her hands shaking slightly. She put it to her lips and took a deep, greedy drag, the smoke filling her lungs and her eyes closing in pleasure. It was like coming home, a comfort she hadn't realized she craved. She held the smoke, her cheeks hollowing, and then released it with a sigh. The feeling of hunger had vanished, replaced by a warm, content buzz.

He took watches her his eyes never leaving hers. "Why don't you keep it?" he suggested, "I enjoy watching you."

Her smile was knowing, a hint of the woman she had been in a life she could now barely remember. She took the cigarette, lighting it with a flourish. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as she took in the sweet smoke. With a practiced hand, she gave it two quick puffs before passing it back to him. The air in the car was thick with the scent of nicotine, a heady perfume that seemed to wrap around her, soothing and exciting her all at once.

The sensation was intoxicating, and she could feel herself slipping further under its spell. Yet, as she handed him the cigarette, she realized something was different. The hunger had been replaced by something else, a craving she didn't quite understand. It was a need, a **** yearning that seemed to resonate deep within her. She watched him smoke, his eyes never leaving the road, and felt a strange kinship with the man who had plucked her from the jaws of ****.

They pulled up to a gleaming building, and into a hole in the side of the building and parked the car. They sat there for a few min and she said, what is next. He said first i need to explain the rules to you. You need to understand these rules because if they are not followed, I am not sure what could happen. You could end up back where you came from. She nods her head with fear in her eyes. He says don't worry, it is all about how you interact with people. They can't know who you are or where you come from. If they did it may scare them and bad things could happen to you. Do you understand. If anyone asks you are my fiancé friend and that you are from England. She laughs and says i have never been to England. He says I know but the way you talk is very similar. I can't let anything bad happen to you. I need you to trust me. She says she understands. She feels warm inside, he said fiancé. She takes a drag of her cigarette, and he pulls her close and starts to kiss her as she passes the smoke to him. He then asks her if she is ok. She says she is scared and nervous. He then produces a joint and tells her to smoke it. He says it will give you the same feeling the bong did. The share the joint and she feels giddy again. they leave and head to an elevator. She doesn't understand why they are going into a small room. The door closes automatically, and she holds on to him. He smiles and tells her to press the button that says L. She does and the elevator starts to move from the parking garage going up. She grabs him hard and hugs him, getting very scared from the elevator moving, that and being high. He laughs at her; she looks into his eyes and sees no fear and she relaxes.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing a world Alice had never imagined. It was a cathedral of consumerism, a sprawling expanse of gleaming floors and lights that dazzled her eyes. The air was filled with the scents of a thousand different perfumes and foods, a cacophony of sounds that assaulted her sensitive ears. "Welcome to the shopping mall," Alex said, his voice barely audible over all the people and noise.

Alice stumbled out of the elevator, her eyes wide with wonder. "What is this place?" she whispered,

Alex grinned, his eyes shining with excitement. "This is where we come to get everything we need," he said, his voice filled with the same enthusiasm he had shown her the night before. "Clothes, food, entertainment - it's all here."

They walked through the crowded corridors, and Alice felt like a creature from a bygone era, her hand clutching Alex's arm tightly as she took in the sights. There were people of all shapes and sizes, dressed in clothing that she had never seen before. They moved with a purpose she didn't understand, their eyes glued to screens that seemed to be everywhere.

He led her to a place called "Victoria's Secret," the name whispered with a reverence that made her curious. Inside, she was confronted with a dizzying array of lacy garments, colors and fabrics that seemed to defy nature. He picked out a set of lingerie, holding it up with a knowing smile. "This," he said, "is what a modern woman wears under her clothes."

Her cheeks flushed, and she took it from him, the fabric whispering against her skin. She had never felt anything so soft, so sensual. It was like a secret garden, a place where only the most intimate of touches could reach. She looked at herself in the mirror, the reflection a stranger to her own eyes. The woman she saw was beautiful, powerful, a creature of this new world.

He watched her, his gaze filled with hunger, and she knew that she would wear this armor for him. She would become the witch queen of his future, a creature of beauty and power that would leave her past behind. With a deep breath, she nodded, and they moved on, the mall swirling around them like a kaleidoscope of desire.

As they walked, Alice saw children playing in an arcade, their faces lit with joy and concentration. She heard the distant strains of music, a tune that was as alien as the clothes she wore. And yet, amidst the chaos, there was an underlying rhythm, a beat that seemed to pulse through her very soul. S

As the walk he says, I am going to take you to my favorite pizza places. She looks at him and says pizza in her old English accent.

The go in and are taken to a seat. He orders a beer for himself and for her. He explains that is similar to ale where she comes from. She makes a face and says ale taste horrible; she has tried it. He says, trust me this taste good. The beers are brought she takes a tentative sip, and the bubble go up her nose, which makes her laugh, the pot enhancing the silliness. He smiles and says what do you think. She says it is interesting. He says wait until you try it with pizza. A large peperoni pizza is brought out. She tries it and immediately loves it. The flavors are nothing she has ever had. Tomato sauce and the cheese. To her the pizza is also beautiful she has never seen anything like it.

The conversation turns to the world outside the mall. He tells her about the modern conveniences, the freedom, and the dangers. She listens, her mind racing with the possibilities. As they eat, she feels a lightness in her step, a buzz that grew stronger with each sip of the cold, bubbly beer. The pizza was like nothing she had ever tasted before, a symphony of flavors that seemed to dance on her tongue.

Her eyes grew wide with excitement, and she felt a giggle bubble up inside her. "Alex," she said, slurring slightly, "I think I'm getting tipsy."

He laughed, a warm, deep sound that made her feel safe. "It's okay," he said, his voice soothing. "It's just the beer."

They continued to eat and drink, the tension of the day melting away with each bite and sip. The mall grew fuzzy around her, the lights becoming halos of color and sound. Her thoughts grew more scattered, but she was content to follow him wherever he led.

As they finished their meal, she felt a craving, a need for the warmth of a cigarette between her lips. "Alex," she whispered, "I really want a cigarette."

His smile was knowing. "You can't smoke in here," he said. "It's not allowed."

Her eyes widened in confusion. "But we smoked at your house," she protested.

"That's different," he explained. "In your own home, you can do as you please. But in public, we follow the rules."

The disappointment was palpable, but it was quickly forgotten as they left the restaurant, and he led her through the mall. She was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds, the smells of foods she had never encountered. It was a feast for the senses, and she was the starving peasant invited to the king's table.

She looks at him and says, I really want a cigarette, i don't know why but I just do. He says ok, follow me.

Finally, he took her outside, to a designated area where a few others were huddled, their cigarettes casting a glow in the dim light. "Here," he said, his voice a gentle caress. "You can smoke here."

He lit her cigarette, and she took a deep drag, the smoke curling around her face. It tasted better than she remembered, the beer heightening the sensation. She leaned into him, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "This is heaven," she murmured.

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Welcome to my world," he said. "Where everything is possible."

Her head swam with the intoxicating mix of **** and nicotine, and she felt a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. The future was a wild, untamed beast, but with Alex by her side, she felt ready to conquer it.

As the song ended, he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You're mine now, Alice," he murmured. "Forever."

Her heart raced, the words a declaration of ownership and love. She looked into his eyes, the blue as deep as the night sky. And she knew that she was his, body and soul. She had made her choice, and she would not look back.

They arrived home, and she swayed slightly on her feet, the remnants of the beer and the pot still coursing through her veins. "Let's watch a movie," Alex suggested, his voice a soothing balm to her tipsy confusion. "But what is a movie?" she asked, her speech still slurred from the intoxicants.

He led her into a room that was a cavern of comfort, walls lined with soft fabric that whispered secrets in the dim light. A large, flat surface took up one wall, and he handed her the bong. It will help you relax."

With a shaky hand, she took a hit, the smoke filling her lungs and expanding her consciousness. She watched as he moved around the room, his actions precise and efficient. He selected a small disc and placed it into a machine that whirred to life. The wall lit up, and images began to dance before her eyes.

"This," he said, "is Romancing the Stone. It's a classic."

The movie unfolded, a tapestry of adventure and romance that she had never seen before. The sound washed over her, the story drawing her in. She watched as a strong woman faced danger and fell in love, feeling her own heart swell with every beat.

The scenes played out in vivid color, and she clutched Alex's hand tightly, feeling the rush of emotions that only cinema could evoke. She laughed at the humor, her eyes widening in fear during the suspenseful moments, and she felt a warmth spread through her as the romance unfolded. She heard stories in her village some that were acted out, but nothing compared to the magic of this "movie."

As the credits rolled, she looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you," she murmured. "It was like nothing I've ever seen."

He squeezed her hand in return. "You're welcome," he said, his voice filled with affection.

Her desire for Alex is intense and she thins to herself. Maybe God doesn't exist. How could i be going through all of this if there is one. Internally she is struggling because she wants to make love to Alex, but her faith says that she has to be married. "Do people here still believe in God?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of hope.

Alex is taken back, for a sec and then smiles. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it and hands it to her. She looks at him lovingly and accepts it and takes a deep drag and open her mouth to show him the smoke, looking down at her with a thoughtful expression. "Some do, some don't some worships one God some worship others. Alice," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But here, in 2167, belief is a choice. There's freedom of religion. You can worship one god, many gods, or no gods at all, without fear of being persecuted."

Her eyes widened in astonishment. "But what about those who still practice the old ways?" she pressed, her heart racing at the thought of her own past.

"Witchcraft?" He chuckled, the sound warm and rich. "Some do, indeed. They're called Wiccans, and they're just another part of the tapestry of beliefs."

The revelation hit her like a bolt of lightning. In this world, she would not be feared, not hunted. The very thought made her legs wobble, and she clung to him for support. "What...what do they do?" she managed to ask.

"They practice their faith, just like anyone else," Alex replied, his gaze softening. "They gather in covens, cast spells, and celebrate the cycles of the earth. It's all about balance and harmony."

Her mind reeled with the implications. This was a land of acceptance, of peace. The noose felt like a nightmare from another lifetime.

"And what of you?" she whispered, searching his eyes. "What do you believe in?"

Alex took a deep breath, his expression pensive. I have been alive a long time, "I've seen a lot, Alice," he began, his words measured. "I believe there's something out there, something bigger. But whether it's a god, fate, or just the universe itself, I'm not sure. I think some are born with goodness in their hearts, some with darkness. And there are those, like us, who are born curious. We seek to understand, to learn, to experience."

Her heart swelled with a mix of awe and affection. This man, this creature of the future, had seen so much, yet remained open to the mysteries of existence.

"But as for your God," he continued, "the one you knew, I do not believe in that deity. The world has moved on, Alice. There's no room for fear in faith anymore."

Her mind grappled with his words, the concept of freedom of religion as alien to her as the gleaming cars that whizzed by. But as she leaned into him, his warmth grounding her in this unfamiliar world.

and it dawns on her maybe she doesn't have to be married to make love to Alex.

Alex stepped out of the room, leaving Alice to her thoughts. She took a deep breath, the fabric of the sundress feeling constricting against her skin. In a moment of boldness fueled by the THC, she slipped the dress over her head, letting it pool around her ankles. She felt a thrill of excitement, a sense of liberation that washed over her as she stood naked in the softly lit room.

Her eyes fell on the bong sitting on the bedside table, a relic of a world she was still trying to understand. With trembling hands, she picked it up, the weight of it feeling both familiar and foreign. She filled it with the potent herbs Alex had introduced her to and lit the bong with lighter left behind.

Taking a deep hit, she felt the smoke fill her lungs, a warm, comforting embrace that seemed to melt her inhibitions away. She lay back on the bed, the softness enveloping her, and let the buzz wash over her. As she exhaled, she watched the smoke spiral upwards, disappearing into the air like whispers of the past.

The door opened, and Alex stepped back in, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. Alice lay sprawled out, her hair fanning out around her, the glow of the cigarette in her hand casting an ethereal light across her naked body. She took another hit from the bong and held it out to him; her eyes filled with a seductive challenge. "Make love to me, Alex," she breathed out, her voice a siren's call.

He approached the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. The smoke curled around him as he took the bong, the flame of the cigarette casting shadows across his face. He took a hit, the smoke mingling with the scent of the room, and then leaned over her, his breath warm and smoky.

He looks at her. "Are you sure?" what about your religious beliefs. She says they don't make sense here. She looks at him and says please. He says to her, this will open many more doors. Some of them will be frightening but they will all lead to pleasure beyond what you have felt already. But remember, you are mine and that I love you.

Their kiss was like a dance of fire, the sparks of their passion igniting as they explored each other with a hunger that transcended time. Her skin was soft and warm under his touch, and she arched against him, her body singing with need. He slid the cigarette from her mouth and took a drag, the smoke mixing with their breath as they kissed deeply.

Her hands roamed his body, feeling the muscles that had been honed by centuries of life in this future world. The contrast of his strength and the gentle way he touched her was intoxicating. As he lay beside her, she took the cigarette and held it to his lips, watching as he inhaled deeply before leaning in to blow the smoke into her lungs.

Their bodies entwined, a tapestry of skin and desire, as the haze of the pot and the nicotine wrapped them in a cocoon of sensation. Every touch was a revelation, every kiss a promise of the life they would build together. In that moment, she knew that she had made the right choice. She was his, and together they would conquer the future, one new experience at a time.

As he entered her, the pain was sharp, a stark reminder of the purity she had been **** to give up. She clung to the cigarette, inhaling deeply, the smoke filling her lungs and offering a brief reprieve from the discomfort. But as he moved slowly, with a patience that seemed to stretch the fabric of time itself, she began to feel something else. A warmth that grew from within, a pleasure that washed over her like a warm embrace from the sun.

The cigarette between her lips became a beacon of comfort, a focal point as her body adjusted to this new, intimate dance. With each drag, the smoke mingled with her moans, a harmony of passion and pain that grew more intense with every thrust. Alex watched her, his eyes dark with desire, as he whispered about his love for her, about his need to feel her in every way possible.

The room spun around them, a whirlwind of pleasure and power as he taught her to smoke in time with their lovemaking. Her body responded to his commands, her hips moving in rhythm with his. The smoke curled around them, a serpent of desire that bound them closer together. And with each exhale, she felt herself letting go of the last vestiges of her old life, the fears and the superstitions that had almost cost her everything.

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, telling her about his smoking fetish, how the sight of a beautiful woman with a cigarette between her lips could make him weak at the knees. She took another drag, the smoke coating her tongue as she moaned out his name. His eyes lit up, and he pushed deeper into her, his passion a flame that could not be quenched.

Alice felt herself rising to meet him, the pot and the cigarettes heightening every sensation. The pain had given way to an ecstasy she had never known, and she reveled in it, her cries echoing through the room. She had been saved from the noose, and now she was being reborn in his arms.

The world outside the mall faded away, until all that remained was the beat of their hearts and the sizzle of the cigarette as it burned between them. The future was a canvas, and they were the artists, painting their love story across the pages of time. As the cigarette burned down to the filter, so too did the last of her inhibitions, leaving only the raw, unbridled need that bound them together.

Their bodies moved as one, the smoke a veil that shrouded them in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. And as the embers of the cigarette fell away, she knew that she would follow him anywhere, that she would be his forever.

Their passion climaxed, a symphony of gasps and moans that filled the air. They lay entangled, their hearts racing in time with the pounding in their ears. The cigarette smoldered in the ashtray, a symbol of the fiery connection they had forged. Alice looked into Alex's eyes, feeling a sense of belonging that was as potent as the weed that still danced in her system.

"I love you," she whispered, the words a declaration that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the universe.

He kissed her softly, his touch tender. "And I love you, Alice. Welcome to the future."

Their bodies, spent and sated, lay tangled in the afterglow of their union. The room was a sanctuary, a place where she could be herself without fear of persecution or ****. With Alex by her side, she knew that she could face anything the world had to offer.

And so, the girl from the 16th century, with a heart full of love and a body alive with passion, stepped fully into the future. The noose was nothing but a memory, the fear of the past replaced by the warmth of Alex's arms and the promise of a life filled with wonder and excitement.